Lawrence Beck
There's no mistaking the arrival of fall. Jim was going to take a walk, but didn't. You didn't buy the ticket. You don't play the flute. There was so much that we meant to do, that we should have done, but now it seems too late to do it.
2013-09-27

This evokes sympathy, understanding for a task not finished. We've all been there.

I will be the contrarian. Open the case. Play the flute. Finish the sonata.

Please : )
2013-09-25

josephus
The sonata never finished resides in your mind an abstract and living thing that has yet to reach your conscious thought to crystallize it to notation. It is no less for being such... no less. It will never be lonely... it has you!
2013-09-23

countryfog
I once took twenty-five years to come back to and complete a poem. Once begun such things have a life and destiny of their own, existing in a time different from our own usual frenzy to begin and complete as quickly as possible. There is another poem, begun almost as many years ago, that remains unfinished and yet also seems complete because there can be no ending to it other than my own. Music and literature are replete with unfinished works - Schubert's symphony, Mozart's mass, Chekhov's short stories, and on and on) and in some way seem even more evocative because one is compelled to consider not just what is there but how we ourselves might end it.
2013-09-23

This is lovely Elle. Touches the heart and its a shame the sonata will never be completed, a real, real shame, so this reader hopes that the day WILL arrive:)
2013-09-22